I think of “Bones” on Star Trek: “I’m a doctor, Jim, not a tour guide.”
The age requires versatility, and I am sadly lacking, in general, but also where my books are concerned.
Put me in front of an audience, and I am fine. I’m perfectly confident in my ability to talk about my novels, The Audacity of Dope and The Intangibles, and convince people that they would make for engaging reading. I read selections. I pick up my guitar and play a song or two. (Audacity is about a songwriter and is littered with lyrics I wrote.)
My problem is the layer of promotion before that. It’s difficult for me to beg people to let me promote my book. I want to be there because my books are good, not because I bug, beg and plead with people to have me. In a world where bugging, begging and pleading are not only commonplace but deemed admirable, and necessary, I find my skills lacking. Perhaps it is more appropriate to admit that my willingness is lacking.
Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s vanity. Maybe I’m daft. (I answer the question of a thousand English actors: “Are you daft?” Perhaps.)
I’m quite respectful of this gift. I don’t have it.
Consider my novels. I’ll sign one or both for you and ship them if you’ll send me a check (www.montedutton.com, “merchandise”). They’re available from my publisher (www.neverlandpublishing.com), at several independent stores, and www.amazon.com features Kindle editions as well as honest-to-gosh paperbacks. You’ll like them. Most who have read them do. I just need more.